The magnificent golden chariot was a magnificent symbol of Alpha's benevolent love and a sharp reminder of her precarious position.

It creaked along the dusty track, sending Annabelle back to the familiar but increasingly dangerous Black Claw Pack.

The journey was a time of introspection, contemplation, and hopeful anticipation, but now it was a tense, silent crawl.

The luxurious interior used to be a source of childlike wonder, felt like a cruel and luxurious cage that trapped her in a ...